Unusually, I invited two honorary male hens, or cocks as I prefer to think of them.
Even more unusually, after we had eaten at the wonderful (and very good value) Thai Corner we met up with J and his stags at Plug n Play - where J and I had first met. Oh, and where I subsequently have enjoyed many a wild night.
Did I mention that I danced on the table in the restaurant? No? Good. I shudder now, but it seemed appropriate at the time.
After some brilliant dance music and a few interesting incidents, including a good (married) friend of mine being propositioned by a very sexy hunk of a man to come back with him and his wife (!!!), we wobbled into a taxi at about 5am.
My wonderful foresight had led me to make a blueberry pancake batter before I went out so I could rustle up breakfast for all my guests. Unfortunately, most of them had snuck off before I dragged myself out of bed - at around 5pm. I'm no good with late nights/early mornings. I have to sleep them off straight away.
El's dad was kindly looking after both El and her cousin until Sunday lunchtime, so Jules (my sis) and I had enough time to be fully compus mentis before having to switch into mummy mode.
I had the best time, but I'm glad I don't have to party that hard on a regular basis. I'm still feeling a little delicate nearly a week later.
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